My field partner is a bit of a pain at times. She wanders around all day, rarely listening to a thing I say. She used to bring her unruly kids around and occasionally I have to shoot her in the ass with rubber bullets (it’s a big target these days). Anyhow, I think we have an understanding now, she stays out of my way and I stay out of hers. Just in time for the season to be over and we part company for another nine months.
Hey! Megs roommate here with a guest post! As a biologist in southeast Alaska I spend a lot of time at a remote field camp. Here’s what it means…
The only way I can get there is on board one of these –
This is shelter
I get water from here
I count these
If I can help it I avoid these
If I make it, I come home to my roommate on…you guessed it – a beaver! De Havilland that is.
It’s a bit like an Alaskan vacation every week for three months. All in all I can’t complain. Hell, I can’t even bring myself to utter the word. Unless its day 13, no visibility, and I get word that my flight has yet again been delayed for another day. At this point when I hear these words from the other end of my radio, “We’re going to have to try again tomorrow” – things don’t seem so great.
Anyhow, I survived once again, this time followed by my first ever guest post.
Oh yeah, my field partner and her kids…